There's been a lot of discussion around our house, lately. Because as it turns out, we have three five-year-olds who are eligible to start kindergarten this year. (Must. Choke. Down. The. Sob.)
Now I'm still of the strong mindset that I'd like to home school the children. But since I work during the day, I don't know how that's possible. Unless my husband wanted to home school them. And whenever the topic has come up, he's said things like, "No way. No how. Bye Bye Kids. You're going to SCHOOL."
While Charlie and I agree on a lot of topics, this is just one where we don't see eye to eye.
(Other topics? He loves coffee. I think it tastes like burnt tar. He thinks documentary films are fascinating. I think documentary films are a great cure for insomnia.)
When I was working part-time, I really enjoyed 'homeschooling' the kids on different activities. And while Charlie does spend time each day working with them, he just doesn't possess the same kind of zeal. For instance, the daily calendar that I was doing everyday with the kids? My husband hadn't done that in several months. So when I picked it up the other day and clapped my hands together and said, "Children! Children! We're going to work on our calendar!" they looked at me as if I was speaking French.
My fears were confirmed that our kids had lost some of what they learned when I started working through the weekdays with them. "OK guys. Monday, Tuesday ... what comes next?"
William pipes up, "MARCH!"
Charlie cringed before adding, "Yeah. BUT. He thought Fast Food Nation was captivating!"
I've thought about this long and hard and I've decided the primary reason(s) I want to keep the children home is/are because I love spending time with them and I think that they will learn perfectly well under my tutelage. And I would like for them to have a relaxed academic experience and environment with lots of time to play and experiment and learn just by living.
We'll tour museums. And travel. And explore. And it will be so much fun.
Until they drive me crazy. Which would never happen. Because I live in a dream world.
Besides, I'd much rather they be socialized by me, than by children the same age as them.
Have you spent much time with five-year-olds lately?
They are a wild, crazy and totally goofy bunch. Especially the little boy, Daniel, in their basketball class. The child climbs OFF the walls and draws other kids in to his insanity, while his mom sits with her nose buried in a magazine. And I get so fed up that I start SIGHING loudly and shoot my children menacing looks. Neither helps much.
But mostly, these kids are growing up so darn fast, I'm genuinely afraid I'll send them off to school and the next thing I know, they'll be packing their bags and heading off to college. Because it really does happen that fast. I have vivid memories of being five-years-old and in just over 11 years, I'll be eligible for the AARP. I told Charlie that he would be eligible in just over six years, or approximately 2000 days, and my gentle husband told me to zip it.
Anyway, the point is, I'm filled with remorse about sending our children off to school. Although, it does make my heart feel a tiny bit better knowing that since we didn't send them last year, they will be among the oldest kids in the class. And most likely the biggest.
Which might come in handy if anyone tells them that their parents are old.